Her feet patter across the cobble stones as she makes a break across the manner for her intended destination. Her lessons with her tutors for the day had run long, which meant that her window to meet Sam had considerably shortened. Regardless, she is going to try and get there is quickly as possible. The terrain changes as she leaves the manor proper and she shifts into a full run, darting across the fields that she knows like the back of her hand.
It’s not very ladylike for her to run, but as already mentioned, she is short on time.
She rounds over the top of the hill, letting it carry her momentum further and further until she realizes she’s going far too fast, stumbling over some of the clumps of grass with a small “eep!” It’s at that moment that Sam steps out from his place at her grandmother’s bench, and his eyes widen when he sees her coming.
“I can’t stop!” she flails for a moment, expecting Sam to move out of the way, but instead, he stands his ground, easily catching her around the waist. She feels herself swing into a bit of a dip, and she stares up at him for a moment in surprise, before Sam pushes her up and sets her back on her feet again.
“You seemed to be in a hurry. There was no need to rush.”
“I just knew I was running late.”
Despite the fact that Patience had been set back on her feet again, she can still feel Sam’s hands on her waist, and she doesn’t particularly want them to move. Nor does she want to move the hands resting on his shoulders, but she knows that she should eventually step away, and go back to a proper courting distance. Still the feel of his hands is nice, and there’s an inkling that he may just …
He watches every move she makes, weighing each micro expression as though he may have been trying to figure out how to make his next move without giving any of it away. the decision comes in that same moment. He takes a deep breath, before leaning to kiss her, a press of lips against hers that she’s never experienced before, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she waits until he breaks the kiss with a frown.
“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, no, it’s alright.” A slow smile crosses her face and a blush coloring her cheeks as her head ducks. “I liked it. And … I don’t suppose I would mind if you did it again.”
A slow smile stretches across Sam’s face and he nods in agreement, before reaching to pull her closer again. “I am very happy to hear it. But probably not in the open where your father could accidentally see it?”
She pauses, then grins as she reaches down to take his hand and lead him away. “I know just the place.”
sam & patience | regency au | 498
It’s not very ladylike for her to run, but as already mentioned, she is short on time.
She rounds over the top of the hill, letting it carry her momentum further and further until she realizes she’s going far too fast, stumbling over some of the clumps of grass with a small “eep!” It’s at that moment that Sam steps out from his place at her grandmother’s bench, and his eyes widen when he sees her coming.
“I can’t stop!” she flails for a moment, expecting Sam to move out of the way, but instead, he stands his ground, easily catching her around the waist. She feels herself swing into a bit of a dip, and she stares up at him for a moment in surprise, before Sam pushes her up and sets her back on her feet again.
“You seemed to be in a hurry. There was no need to rush.”
“I just knew I was running late.”
Despite the fact that Patience had been set back on her feet again, she can still feel Sam’s hands on her waist, and she doesn’t particularly want them to move. Nor does she want to move the hands resting on his shoulders, but she knows that she should eventually step away, and go back to a proper courting distance. Still the feel of his hands is nice, and there’s an inkling that he may just …
He watches every move she makes, weighing each micro expression as though he may have been trying to figure out how to make his next move without giving any of it away. the decision comes in that same moment. He takes a deep breath, before leaning to kiss her, a press of lips against hers that she’s never experienced before, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she waits until he breaks the kiss with a frown.
“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t have done that.”
“No, no, it’s alright.” A slow smile crosses her face and a blush coloring her cheeks as her head ducks. “I liked it. And … I don’t suppose I would mind if you did it again.”
A slow smile stretches across Sam’s face and he nods in agreement, before reaching to pull her closer again. “I am very happy to hear it. But probably not in the open where your father could accidentally see it?”
She pauses, then grins as she reaches down to take his hand and lead him away. “I know just the place.”